you.

I am, etc.,

JOSEPH HAYDN.

Shortly after the date of this letter Hadyn was again in Vienna, when
the musical evenings at Schottenhof were renewed. The Herr v. Haring
referred to in the following note is doubtless the musical banker, well
known as a violinist in the Vienna of the time.

To Frau v. Genzinger.

Jan. 23, 1790.

DEAR, KIND FRAU V. GENZINGER,

I beg to inform you that all arrangements are now completed for the
little quartet party that we agreed to have next Friday. Herr v. Haring
esteemed himself very fortunate in being able to be of use to me on this
occasion, and the more so when I told him of all the attention I had
received from you, and your other merits.

What I care about is a little approval. Pray don't forget to invite the
Pater Professor. Meanwhile, I kiss your hands, and am, with profound
respect, yours, etc.,

HAYDN.

A call to return to Esterhaz put an end to these delights of personal
intercourse, as will be gathered from the following letter:

To Frau v. Genzinger.

Feb. 3, 1790.

NOBLEST AND KINDEST LADY,

However flattering the last invitation you gave me yesterday to spend
this evening with you, I feel with deep regret that I am even unable to
express to you personally my sincere thanks for all your past kindness.
Bitterly as I deplore this, with equal truth do I fervently wish you,
not only on this evening, but ever and always, the most agreeable
social "reunions"--mine are all over--and to-morrow I return to dreary
solitude! May God only grant me health; but I fear the contrary, being
far from well to-day. May the Almighty preserve you, dear lady, and your
worthy husband, and all your beautiful children. Once more I kiss your
hands, and am unchangeably while life lasts, yours, etc.,

HAYDN.

The next letter was written six days later, evidently in the most
doleful mood:

To Frau v. Genzinger.

ESTORAS, Feb. 9, 1790.

MUCH ESTEEMED AND KINDEST FRAU V. GENZINGER,--

Well! here I sit in my wilderness; forsaken, like some poor orphan,
almost without human society; melancholy, dwelling on the memory of past
glorious days. Yes; past, alas! And who can tell when these happy hours
may return? those charming meetings? where the whole circle have but
one heart and one soul--all those delightful musical evenings, which
can only be remembered, and not described. Where are all those inspired
moments? All gone--and gone for long. You must not be surprise